mad - 4ona lyrics
m*a*d, mad, b*tches wanna be me bad, b*a, b*tch, i’m in my bag, i ain’t worried
bout these hoes, while they goin’ out sad about these f*ck n*ggas
don’t give a f*ck, n*gga, i be in my own lane i ain’t tryna f*ck with ya
make a n*gga think i love him, then i cut the picture
i ain’t got no time to sit and worry bout these f*ck n*ggas
walk up in the club, lookin’ good, now these n*ggas wanna eat me
this b*tch tryna be my f*ckin’ friend, now this b*tch wanna be me
take my diamonds out and put them on, now these b*tches can’t see me
this lil’ n*gga think he sl!ck as f*ck, rubbing on his wee*wee
i get the money, i get thе money, i get the monеy, b*tch
these n*ggas think i’m throwin’ ass, but i’m catchin’ it
i broke the lil’ n*gga heart, he thought i was heaven sent
i used to be a lover girl, but i changed, b*tch
ain’t worried bout no love, i’m focused on the money now
if you ain’t focused on the money, you can’t come around
that n*gga used to be a dog, i took him to the pound
i broke his heart and took his money, now he mad now
m*a*d, mad
b*tches wanna be me, bad
b*a, b*tch, i’m in my bag
i ain’t worried bout these hoes, while they goin’ out sad about these f*ck n*ggas
don’t give a f*ck, n*gga, i be in my own lane i ain’t tryna f*ck with ya
make a n*gga think i love him, then i cut the picture
i ain’t got no time to sit and worry bout these f*ck n*ggas
pretty, pretty chocolate b*tch, and i’m thick, you know i’m the sh*t
n*ggas tryna give me they lil’ d*ck, boy, i want your b*tch
b*tches tryna be my lil’ friend, i ain’t goin’ for it
treat these n*ggas like a f*ckin’ dog, make these n*ggas sit
get the money, get the money, get the money, sis
he say i’m cold, i don’t show him love, now i got him sick
ain’t worried bout no n*ggas, baby, we tryna get rich
her n*gga still in my dm, tryna f*ckin’ hit
remember i was showin’ love, lookin’ like a clown
i got myself , i don’t need none of you fake b*tches’ around
moved to mobile, i was happy, all i see was frowns
don’t give a f*ck, i still smile, now who mad now
m*a*d, mad
b*tches wanna be me
bad, b*a
b*tch, i’m in my bag, i ain’t worried bout these hoes
while they goin’ out sad about these f*ck n*ggas
don’t give a f*ck, n*gga, i be in my own lane tryna i ain’t f*ck with ya
make a n*gga think i love him, then i cut the picture
i ain’t got no time to sit and worry bout these f*ck n*ggas
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